I recently started posting videos on Instagram. Like, actual videos(没错，是真正的视频).
我最近开始在Instagram上发视频了。没错，是真正的视频。
Reels, as they call them. Where I say things, with one of those obnoxiously(令人讨厌地) tiny microphones with the fuzzy head on top. I remember when microphones were gigantic tubular monstrosities that you couldn’t accidentally swallow without a pretty substantial effort and a handful of God-given talent.(我记得以前的麦克风是巨大的管状怪物，你要是不费点劲、没点天赋，还真没法不小心把它吞下去。)
他们管这叫“Reels”。就是那种我对着一个顶上带毛球的、小得烦人的麦克风说话的视频。我还记得以前的麦克风是巨大的管状怪物，你要是不费点劲、没点天赋，还真没法不小心把它吞下去。
Why am I making Reels? Because if I don’t, I’ll die in obscurity(默默无闻), penniless(身无分文) and alone. The global creative industry revolves around video content on social media, forcing even a mildly attractive middle-aged divorced parent to try to be a star just to pay the bills.(全球创意产业都围着社交媒体上的视频内容转，逼得连一个略有姿色的中年离异家长也得努力当明星，只为付账单。)
我为什么要拍Reels？因为如果不拍，我就会默默无闻、身无分文、孤独地死去。全球创意产业都围着社交媒体上的视频内容转，逼得连一个略有姿色的中年离异家长也得努力当明星，只为付账单。